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Once in a while, my poetry will bring women. They read my stuff. They find me. The talking is great; very literary. We speak of all the little gods: Hemingway Pound EE Shakespeare Dickinson Buk Ginsberg Sometimes, we **** That's always nice. They soon find I'm fallible and have bad habits. They prove human too. They **** and drink my ***** occasionally burn dinner. We try though, while Joan of Arc burns at the stake, Robin hangs himself, and Don Quixote fights windmills. I always love them. And in the end, we accept our limitations and humanity.
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Nov 15, 2023
Nov 15, 2023 at 9:02 PM UTC
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Once in a while, my poetry will bring women. They read my stuff. They find me. The talking is great; very literary. We speak of all the little gods: Hemingway Pound EE Shakespeare Dickinson Buk Ginsberg Sometimes, we **** That's always nice. They soon find I'm fallible and have bad habits. They prove human too. They **** and drink my ***** occasionally burn dinner. We try though, while Joan of Arc burns at the stake, Robin hangs himself, and Don Quixote fights windmills. I always love them. And in the end, we accept our limitations and humanity.
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59/M/Clear Lake
Nov 15, 2023
Nov 15, 2023 at 9:02 PM UTC
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